After dinner, following the strained conversation with Herrera, Alexandra retired to her room for the night. The stillness of the evening felt comforting as she made her way to the study table, the soft light of the moon spilling through the window, illuminating the space in a silvery glow. Settling into the chair, she reached for her diary, its familiar pages holding the secrets of her heart.
With a wide smile and a light blush spreading across her face, she began to write about the events of the day, recounting her moments with Silverstein, every glance, every word, every shared touch. As her pen scratched softly across the paper, she felt her heart swell. After documenting the day and adding a few more personal musings, she ended her entry with a confession that felt as heavy as it did liberating; 'I think I'm falling in love with him, and I can't help it…'
